The Transporter and the Bioengineer

Story by Russell The Fox on SoFurry

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#15 of Short Stories/ Personal work

Woo! This story was not only fun to do, but a bit out of the norm for my sona to be in! This is non canon to both characters involved in the story, so I really had fun with this Sci-Fi themed story involving lust, hyper and inflation! Enjoy, y'all!

Story written and edited by me

Plot suggestion by my friend, Chelsea's character also belongs to her: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/chelseachamberlain


**Sounds of footsteps and gentle glass tapping. The large lab that Chelsea occupied lay deep underground, she was busy for almost a year in isolation in search of a way to make skin heal at a faster rate and increase its elasticity. She was close to finding a chemical mix that would work with people without the side effects she kept encountering with the few volunteer test subjects she had. However, the chemical she needed was not available nearby. After a month, her superiors finally were able to source the materials she needed. But due to the secrecy of it, let alone not alerting others to her work, they took their chances with a third party private transport company.

"They were supposed to be here an hour ago!" Chelsea said impatiently. She went back to her computer, browsing her email for any updates from her superiors or the transport company. Alas, nothing new. Sighing, she opens a drawer on her office desk, a small pair of headphones and a music player. Her stress was rather high today, and she couldn't continue until she got the needed materials so she took the opportunity to try and relax for awhile. But just her luck, she hears the intercom alert go off. Her ears wilt back from annoyance as she takes off her glasses, setting them on her desk as she rubbed her temples. "My luck, I swear," she says to herself. She reaches over to the intercom unit, hitting the switch so she could hear whoever was above ground wanting in. "Yes? State your business," she said sternly.

Above ground, the lucky transporter with a small crate in front of a small, empty looking warehouse, now hearing a rather annoyed female on the other end of the intercom. "I have, uh they're labeled medical materials, two, four, eight dash five, three," he said, somewhat nervously. He was told to deliver said materials safety, quietly and to not ask questions. "That's what I'm waiting for," she replied. The doors opened automatically. An empty lobby that lead to an elevator laid in front of him. Extremely nervous by what he was entering, he removed his name badge off of his shirt, tucking it into his pocket. "I don't need this place even knowing my name is Russell at all," he says to himself. Walking into the small building, he quickly walks towards the elevator door. The female voice comes back through the intercom, "Go to level six five, that's where they need to go. Do not attempt to go anywhere else," she said, again with a stern tone. The elevator doors open. It seemed ordinary enough, as he stepped in, he looked for the level he was told to go to. Sure enough, he sees "6-5" on the list and presses the button. The doors close, with a very metallic clunk as they shut.

The sounds of loud humming fill the interior of the elevator as it descends underground. Russell looks over the small crates on his hand truck. Other than the labels on them, they just appeared to be generic looking wooden crates. Russell did as he was told by his company, but he couldn't help but wonder why something so secretive was not very secure. But before he could get lost in thought, the elevator stops. The steel doors open and ahead was a small hallway. Russell pushed his cart forward. His ears wilt back and his tail nervously swishing as he walked. No windows, just lights in the ceiling, the floor, walls and ceiling were a neutral grey color. In front of him, a door. But something seemed off about it, no door handle. No buttons no nothing. "Crap, what is this?" he said aloud, frustrated that he can't move on. But just as his annoyance rises, a voice echoes through the hallway. "That you in the hallway?" spoke the voice. It was the female from before. Russell frowned, his annoyance increased. "Yes, it's me. Is this a door at all?" he said. But without any answer, the door in front of him opened, quickly. But it opened vertically, the sounds of solenoids and electronic parts moving as it opened the way. "Hmmph, well then," Russell says in a snarky manner.

As he walked in, the door shuts behind him. Inside it was a massive room, but within it, a dome of glass. It had a metal beam structure to it, panels of glass I between the beams. Everywhere around the dome, various desks, cabinets, tables, chairs, as if it once housed many people at a time here. But it was empty, leaving Russell uneasy. A door from the dome opened up. Chelsea waved to Russell, "Hey, you can look at the empty room later. Come in, please," with the stern tone he heard over the intercom. Russell rolled his eyes and walked towards her. He followed her into the dome, inside it was a laboratory, various computers, equipment, storage units, lots of things Russell really didn't quite know fully what they were. "You can put them over there," Chelsea says to him. He walked over to where she pointed, which was what looked to be a chilled storage unit. Moving his hand truck over to it, he puts the crates down. Chelsea followed him, but immediately became annoyed herself. "What the, really? They couldn't have used normal crates or totes? Wooden creates? What is this, some video game? Geez," she says, walking back over to her desk. Russell shrugs as he grabs the crowbar attached to his hand truck.

"Ya know, I have a crowbar for this sorta reason, miss," Russell says. Chelsea looks back to see him, crowbar in hand. "Well, don't be smart about it, open them up. I've been needing these for my research," she says. Russell's ears perked, he pushed up his glasses but remembered to not ask about what was going on. He sighs, "Sure thing," he replies. He wedges the crowbar into the seam on the corner of the top of the first crate. He pushes up, the wood creaks and cracks, but Russell pushed down too hard and the whole corner shatters on the box. "Crap!" Russell yelled out. The sound of shattered glass and wood rings throughout the lab. A strange light purple powder mixed with dust from the wood surrounded the damaged area of the box. Chelsea's eyes widened, "Oh, dammit!" she yelled out. She ran towards one of the computer desks, reaching underneath it. An alarm sounds, the doors to the dome seal off. An automated voice sounds, "Warning, biohazard leak detected. Quarantine in effect," as it echoed through the lab. Russell sighs. "Are you kidding me? What kind of shitty box do they put this crap in? I swear to-" but Russell gets cut off by Chelsea. "This is your fault! You had to aggressively open that damn thing and just, ugh!" as she stormed off to her office desk once again. But as Russell tried to shrug her off, he felt dizzy. He walked toward another desk in the lab, he felt like he had a small alcoholic buzz going. Not overwhelming, but enough to notice.

Chelsea sits in her chair as the alarm sounds. She inhaled a big portion of the dust that came from the crate. She knew what the materials were for but had no idea what they would do just exposed to somebody without anything else. She sees Russell by another desk, trying to keep his balance as he held a hand to his head. But her vision goes blurry, she blinks a few times and her vision comes back. She felt a tingle run down her back, her ears perk up as she senses something amiss now. "Hey, transport guy, you alright?" she asks. Russell looked over to Chelsea, he was getting groggy and was slow to answer. "Yeah, I guess. I feel like I'm in slow motion," he says. But Chelsea feels the tingle down her spine again. She was starting to worry it was not her nerves but something indeed from the chemical dust. Russell's dizziness grew a bit stronger, but he felt vulnerable. Like his guard was being brought down. He kept himself by the desk, but the more he looked at Chelsea, the more he felt strange. He didn't even know who she was, but something was driving him to be around her. He continued to ignore the feeling. Chelsea's anxiety continued to grow as the strange spine tingle feelings began to occur quicker. She takes her lab coat off the laid it on her desk. She wore jeans and a simple black t-shirtunder her lab coat, as she laid her hand on her stomach. She felt hot, she felt like things were also slowing down, as Russell was experiencing. But one strong tingle happened now, her eyes widen as it made her body shiver. Her hand felt her stomach grumble, what she thought was something from hunger turn out to be something else. Her belly was starting to swell!

"Wait," she said in a confused tone. The feeling was unlike any she felt in her lifetime. She felt as if her belly was not just growing, but filling with something. It felt hot, it swelled at a good pace, quickly pushing the bottom of her shirt up. 'What is going on?!' Chelsea frantically thought to herself. It didn't hurt, but she stood up quickly and felt whatever was making her swell slosh around inside of her. Her face turns bright red as her eyes widen. She felt a rush of pleasure, as if somebody was stimulating her! She covered her mouth so Russell couldn't hear. But Russell was having his own issues. Through his dizziness, he didn't quite feel what was going on with his body quite right. He sees a chair near the desk and brings it to him, slowly inching it towards where he wanted it. He spun it around and faced away from Chelsea. As he sat down, his pants felt super tight. "Ow," he mumbled to himself. He looked down at his crotch to see quite a massive bulge, bigger than what he's used to. He ran his hand over top of it and winced, his ears wilt back and he bites his tongue to not make a whimper. It was throbbing and growing more. The pain grew, he knew it was his cock growing but here? He was far too anxious to unzip his pants, but he worried about the scientist behind him. The sound of tearing fabric soon changed his mind. "Dammit," he quietly said, he moved in to unbuckle his belt.

Chelsea had sat back down and faced away from Russell now. Her belly continuing to swell at a fast rate, but her judgement was beginning to fade. Her belly was five the times the size of that of a pregnant belly. Her entire lap was now taken over by her belly, as it quickly pushed past her knees. The bottom of her shirt started to tear, as it was being pushed underneath her breasts. Her face was bright red, her anxiety and panic was changing to lust, but she was fighting the feeling every second as her belly continued to grow. She stood up again, feeling uncomfortable in her chair. Her pants her cutting into the bottom of her belly, as she now felt her sides push outwards and swell, spilling over the sides of her pants. A faint whimper, she didn't want to, but she was starting to feel a lot of pain from her pants. As her belly continued to swell, it now sagged by past her knees as she stood up. But before she could figure out how to remove her pants, her body does it for her. With a loud pop, her belt breaks and her pants rip at the zipper. They fall helplessly to her ankles. She rested her hands on top of her breasts, her better judgement was just about gone, she began to pant as Russell heard the noise.

During Chelsea's ordeal, Russell dealt with a problem of his own: his cock. He unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his pants. His eyes widened at the sight of his own member swollen to a size he's never thought possible. Normally Russell was eight inches in length, but he was already at a foot long and still growing. His face blushed, he grabbed his member, sensitive and the tip oozing with pre, he rubbed his throbbing cock a little bit, as it reached its new fullsize quite quickly. The tip of his cock when he pulled it towards his chest was up to the middle of his pecs, it was easily close enough where Russell could have a taste of his own seed if he'd like, but he didn't do so. It was then he heard the popping of fabric and whimpering from the scientist. He looked back and couldn't believe his eyes. Her belly was swollen massively, it hung above her feet, it pushed about four feet from her torso. Her shirt was lifted up, her exposed breasts were busy being rubbed and groped by her hands. She looked at Russell with desire, lust and raw emotion. "F-F-Fuck me! P-Please!" she yelled to him. He sighed, while his mind was somewhat clear, he thought to himself, 'Well, what the hell else are we gonna do?'

He spun around on his chair, revealing what the dust did to him. Chelsea yelped loudly. "P-Please!" she said again. Russell removed his shirt, as he stood up he let his pants simply fall to his ankles. He grabbed his cock by the knot and started to walk towards Chelsea. She was so overwhelmed, she lost her balance and leaned into her swollen belly. She was in luck, as it now left her in the perfect position for Russell. He walks by, Chelsea's eyes were as wide as can be as she focused on his oversized member. Russell made his way behind her and she presented herself to him. She whimpered as he positioned himself behind her, he held his cock by his swollen knot. He stepped back and pushed down on his cock, eager to find out what this bloated lovely girl felt like. She lifted her tail straight up, as she looked back at him, panting. As she presented herself, Russell saw her sex dripping from excitement. He moved forward as the head of his cock pressed against her soaked pussy. He gently eased his member in, she whimpered louder as he felt her pussy clamp down on his oversized cock. Russell could only get a third of his cock in before she cried out. "N-No! T-Too much!" she said, the feeling of pain could be heard in her tone. Russell's ears wilt back, feeling bad for hurting her. He eased back and noticed the limit of which he could go.

Russell started slow, holding onto Chelsea's hips as he began to find a rhythm. Her pants still laid around her ankles, her mind filled with so many thoughts at once she couldn't focus enough to even talk to Russell. Helplessly whimpering, she felt his massive member continue to penetrate her. But the feelings of pleasure soon went numb, occasionally spiked with pain. She looked back at Russell, she noticed his own expression told a different story. His cock was extremely sensitive. He was going slow not just because of not wanting to hurt Chelsea, but if he went too fast, he felt his orgasm rise. 'I've only been going for less than ten minutes, why do I feel it now?' he thought to himself. But even though he slowed down more, he felt the feeling continue to grow. Chelsea also wondered why he slowed down, she looked back at him again, to see his face wincing. "I-I can't a-anymore," he stammered. His thrusts picked up again, she knew it was coming. She braced herself but in the process, she clenched her pussy around Russell's cock. "F-Fuck!" he cried out. His cock throbbed as he felt his seed erupt into Chelsea. She whimpered as the sheer heat of his cum made the fluid in her belly slosh around. Russell gave three strong gushes of cum and his orgasm subsided. He pulls out, realizing she was still swollen, he walked towards the front of her. Naked himself, but not caring much, Russell grazed his hands along her swollen belly. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. "O-Oh my g-god, why?" she yelled out. Russell's ears perked, why did touching her swollen belly make her react as if she was being penetrated?

His curiosity grows, as he puts both hands on her belly and starts to rub her rather quickly. Her moans and cries grow louder, but he didn't stop. Her belly starts to slosh and giggle, Russell became aroused again at the sight of her orgasm building from such a peculiar way. He took one hand away to rub his own cock while pleasuring Chelsea with the other. "D-Don't stop," she said. But Russell's potency had increased, he wasn't even hard for more than a minute and after touching himself, he felt his orgasm already! He huffed, annoyed that he can't even really prolong his pleasure, but soon Chelsea starts to shudder. She thrusts her hips wildly, "Ah, AH, oh GOD!" as she thrusted her hips so hard her belly throbbed wildly. Russell continued to touch himself out of excitement, she cries out from hitting climax. Russell whimpers as he too, cums again. His cock gushes forth more hot seed into the air, the second gush just as strong, followed by a third and fourth before dying down. But his member did not wilt, to throbbed for more! He quickly touched himself again, Chelsea watched on as within seconds, Russell gushes more cum again! "Oh, w-why? It k-keeps coming!" he said, running out of breath. Chelsea felt her belly gurgle, she moaned again, the sounds of fluid and skin retracting as she shrank back down. She shrank quickly too, but Russell was too busy having yet another orgasm to notice.

Ten minutes pass, Russell lost within bliss of non stop orgasms, didn't notice a naked Chelsea back to normal. But she was still frisky, her hand felt unusually warm, all she felt compelled to do was touch Russell. She walked up and put her hand on his side. He looked over at her, wondering why she was doing that. "Wait, what are you-" but she pulled her hand back away. She chuckles, giving him a smirk and nothing more. His cock wilts, quickly is swelled down. "Hey, how did you?" but his confusion changed to concern. He belly gurgled next, as her devious chuckling grew louder. Russell's ears wilt back again, he fell to his knees. His belly swelled like Chelsea's did. But his rate of swelling was intense. Every heartbeat, he grew furiously. Gasping for air, he found himself helplessly swelling up, his belly already touching the ground, pushing forth with haste. But he looked up at Chelsea, her belly was growing again too! "Now you'll be stuck with me all plump and helplessly horny with me. Doesn't that sound nice, as she gets onto her knees and lets her belly swell up with Russell's. His head tilts back, the feeling of pleasure overwhelming him, his eyes haze over, all rational thought he could possibly have at all, left his mind. His eyes turned to a hazed over pale light blue, as he brought his head back down. He looked over at Chelsea, as she was nearly swollen to her full size, he leaned over to kiss her as she meets the side of his muzzle with a simple kiss. "You are mine now, transport boy. All mine to swell to my pleasure," she whispers to him. With a whimper, he nods. "Yes ma'am, please take care of me," he says in a strange, trance like tone.

The intercom was the last thing Russell remembered hearing before everything went white, falling under Chelsea's spell completely. The frantic cries for Chelsea to answer were ignored, while his world went blank.**